Chapter 61

OLIVIA'S POV Later that afternoon, I went out to the garden looking for the kids. It was their favourite place in the estate, especially the little wooden swing set near the roses. But when I spotted the swings from a distance, my heart stopped. There she was. Evelyn. Her manicured hands gripped the swing ropes, and she was pushing Noah and Aria—but not gently. Her movements were erratic, almost violent. Noah gripped the chains tightly, his small frame nearly flung into the air. Aria looked terrified, white-knuckled, trying to stop the swing with her feet. Something inside me snapped. My wolf let out a furious snarl, echoing in my chest like a battle cry. Before James could react, I was already running—no, charging—across the garden. “Get away from my children!” The words tore from my throat, harsh and raw, fueled by instinct and pure rage. Every part of me trembled—not from fear, but fury. My voice echoed through the garden, turning the heads of a few wandering pack members. I didn’t